June, 3,1995. Mankinds most important date unfolded into the world. The date that can save humanity or turn it into a absolute nothingness in a never ending universe of complete darkness and despair. On this date, a living being was born. Neither full human or demon, but half demon, half human, the strange being is known as a Baphomet. Half demons having to take the form of a human will blind the human race, resulting in the baby to hide its demonic presence first being born...but as it grows older, it starts to slowly change..abnormal unhumane... "changes" unfold to be seen by Mankind and all existance...(Chapter 1):Growing up
"Hey wake up.", someone said in a fading voice."Get up you lazy bastard.", said the fading voice clearing up a little."WAKE THE FUCK UP you little brat!", said the voice agian but louder and clearer. "AHHHHHHHHHH!", five year old Kiyoshi Yamamoto who is a japanese caucasian male that has half black, half red hair that falls to the middle of his neck in the back, a inch below his ears on the side, and drops to the middle of his nose in the front. Also having his left eye being ocean blue and being born without a right eye, his mother decided to get him a artifical eye that was dark red becoming his right eye for life, screamed startled while falling out the bed making a large thud sound. After falling onto the wooden hard floor, Kiyoshi looked up teary and angry to see his stepdad, Saburou Yamamoto smoking a cigar looking down at him."What did i say about coming in my room Saburou?!?!?!", Kiyoshi screamed with anger and sweat on his face. Sabarou Yamamoto is a lightly tanned, 41 year old, 6'1 japanese caucasian male with short dark black hair that justs barely touches the middle of his forehead and falls just barely below the top of his neck, also having dark green eyes. Chuckling a bit evily, Saburou closed Kiyoshi's bedroom door and knelt down on one knee resting his arm on his other knee to where there faces were only a few inches away from each other's. Taking his cigar out of his mouth he blew the smoke into Kiyoshi's face making him cough a bit and said, "This is my house...my rules you little punk, and you will follow every goddamn one.", said Saburou putting his cigar back in his mouth. Getting closer on Kiyoshi, Saburou leaned in to where his mouth was touching his ear so close Kiyoshi could hear him breathing and said,"You got that you stupid little bitch?!" Saburou yelled with hate in his voice while spitting in his ear emphasizing the B. Saburou then backed his head away from Kiyoshi's, laughing a little evily then looked his stepson right in the eyes with a evil smile."Now come on you little brat, your mother and brother will be home soon from there two week stay at the hotel about 50 miles from here and I promised her the house would be spotless when she gets back. So get to work for me and don't bother me while I watch my shows on TV.", Saburou said while chuckling a bit evily agian under his breath. Little Kiyoshi still sitting on the floor stared at the ground with his face dark red and hair in his eyes and stood up slowly silent with a angry expression. After almost a minute of silentness, Kiyoshi clenched his fists, and said with a quiet, pissed off voice, "Burn in hell you drunken piece of shit, I'm not your damn slave, and your sure as hell not my father!" Turning bright red, overfilled with anger, Saburou threw his cigar down and picked Kiyoshi up off the ground by the front of his shirt lifting him almost to his neck. Kiyoshi's hands and feet dangling without one struggle or any fightback, let his head fall down forward, eyes still covered by his long black hair, teeth clenched as same for his hands so tight his teeth could almost break at any instance and his fingernails were almost part of his hands. Kiyoshi watched slowly through the hairstrands he had in his face with a blank stare as he saw Saborou close his left fist so tight it was shakey while raising his left arm back and up with his elbow sticking out behind him that he knew instantly what his stepdad was about to do. Kiyoshi even at the age of five knew that he was too small and defenseless to fight back, so he just watched frozen stiff speechless, not knowing what to do as his stepdads hairy tank like fist flew towards his face striking his left cheek and letting go of his shirt making the impact launch him into the concrete wall a foot away from where he fell off the bed earlier. Tasting the river of blood flow and flood the inside of his mouth, he noticed something....strange. Only hearing and reading about blood but never seeing it cause he and brother were never aloud to leave the house alone, Kiyoshi flashbacked overhearing a conversation in his room a few weeks ago between his younger half blood brother Hironobu and Saborou talking about how Saborou accidently cut himself with a knife trying to carve a short mini wooden spear. *Flashback begins with Saborou sitting on the couch in the dirty, trash covered living room topped with dirty, nasty, smelly clothes everywhere that probably haven't been washed in weeks. Black mold in the corners of the fading vomit colored walls as Saborou tries irritatedly to carve the wooden pole when Kiyoshi's half brother Hironobu pokes his head around the wall of the doorway to the kitchen* "H-hey dad?", Hironobu said studdering. Saborou continued to carve the thick small piece of wood furiously, cussing under his breath cause he keeps messing up. "D-dad....", Hironobu said once more a little louder. Saborou continued carving still not noticing his son. "DAD!", Hironobu yelled with the strongest breath he could take. "WHA?!?!?!", Saborou said startled. Being so startled and not paying attention, Saborou missed the wood and slit the tip of his finger with the small switchblade."SHIT!", he screamed painfully while dropping the wooden pole and knife making a thud and kachink noise on impact while squeezing his bloody finger. "God dammit Hironobu!!!!", he yelled looking up at the kitchen's wide spaced doorway still squeezing his bloody red finger tight noticing he dissappeared. "Well?? Come out quit hiding, I know you're there, what do you damn want?!" Saborou yelled furiously. Three year old Hironobu slowly slid across the hard kitchen checkered tilefloor into the wide doorway looking at the ground holding his stuffed lion that his mother gave to him when he was a baby. Hironobu Yamamoto is a three year old, short and tanned caucasion, blonde headed and dark green eyed that always sparkle with only even the littlest bit of light. Hair is kinda short in the back right on the line of the top of his neck and kinda short in the front as well being about an inch up above his eyebrows except for two long blonde hair strings in his face that he's had since he was born with that fall to his neck. "Well?... What the fucking hell do you want???!", he screamed still in pain, looking Hironobu in the eyes with a highly pissed face. "I....I..", Hironobu said, studdering not knowing what to say. "Get on with it already,boy, I'm busy!", Saborou replied back even more furiously. Hironobu looked up at his father first seeing his finger. "What's that red stuff on your finger?" he asked calmly with kind of a sad voice pointing at Saborou's hand. "It's blood and thanks to you for causing it interupting my work!!", Saborou screamed. Hironobu just looked down at the ground again with a sad face and after about a minute, started to cry while rubbing his eyes. Saborou looked up at Hironobu then looked down while trying to wrap the inch long open wound with old duct tape he found on the floor next to the couch. "Quit crying kid and go play with your lion or something, I'm too busy at the moment if you can't damn tell.", Saborou said with a calmer but still pissed of voice. Hironobu crying a little louder walked slowly out the other kitchen doorway up the stairs to his room.*Moving back to the present.* Kiyoshi read about once before that blood kinda has a coppery taste like your sucking on a penny in your mouth. It's strange though to him, his blood had no taste nor was it red... It was black. A tear fell down Kiyoshi's cheek while sweat fell down his face and eyes opening wider and pupils getting smaller in fear and wonder as his blood got splattered while his stepfather mercilessly beat him with his fists repeatedly in the face and head becoming dizzier and dizzier by the second only being able to speak in his mind asking himself, "What is this.... Is this a dream? I've never seen, heard, or even read of black blood inside a being on earth?.......... This can't possibly be human..... I'm human.........like mom and Hironobu...........Right?" he thought to himself as the lights in the scene slowly faded to black as he became unconscious..
To be continued.....in the next chapter of "The Dark Legend" in Chapter 2(The Truth)